Dollars And Sense Lyrics & Chords By Faded Grey

Yet another lifeless week spent at the factory.
They own you for ten hours a day. your sweat fuels their greed. punch in punch out - your life is worth more than you earn. to them you're just another number.
A pawn in their game. used to generate more numbers and then thrown away.
It's modern day slavery working for minimum wage. when will we take our lives back?
From the corporate elite who crush us under their feet on their way to making millions?
It's dollars and sense and we get fucked like the rest who spend their lives serving from 9 to 5.
It's dollars and sense and we end dead like the rest who spend their time just trying to survive.